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Chapter 48: Work Before Play

*****This chapter is dedicated to ladynight, pryzzie, Scarecrowqueen, and Bloodbabe2003, my new reviewy-peeps of reviewy DOOM!

Zim left the repair bay after working on Tak’s ship for a few hours, going down to the lab where Dib was working. When he stepped into the lab he paused, as Dib was in the middle of a conference with the board of NASA engineers. Fortunately Dib had moved the monitor and transmitters so that the camera was facing away from the door, just in case Zim or GIR were to come in while he was speaking. Zim watched and listened as Dib spoke, intrigued, as always, by the human’s efficiency and intelligence. After a few minutes, he looked around the room, wanting something to occupy himself with until Dib was finished. A grin crept across his face as he remembered Dib’s comment about not wanting to address world leaders while he was sporting a hard-on, and the grin became more devious as he watched Dib speak with the engineers, completely absorbed in the meeting.

“We can set up a direct link of communication between our location and yours; it shouldn’t take long, and that way if you have any questions or concerns, you can speak to either myself or my partner and we can help. And that way we also have a visual record of your progress, and we can offer input when and where it’s needed. At this point in time we just want to set up the communications link and test it out to make sure it’s functioning properly, and then my partner will speak to you regarding the designs for the spacecraft…”

Zim walked towards the table until the monitor was between himself and Dib, then lowered himself to the floor and crept under the table towards him. As Dib continued speaking, Zim moved up between Dib’s knees and grabbed his thighs firmly, feeling the human jump and hearing him halt in the middle of a sentence before continuing, trying to nudge Zim away with his foot. Zim snickered, sliding his hands up further and undoing the fly of Dib’s pants, slipping his hands around Dib’s waist and grabbing the waistband at the small of Dib’s back, yanking his pants and boxers down to his ankles in one swift motion. He grinned when Dib jerked sharply and tried to cover up his gasp of surprise with a nervous cough as the board of NASA engineers began to address Dib.

“Well, Mr. Dib, at this point in time we’re busy pulling all of the top engineering students out of every college and university that we can find, and another department is handling the manpower aspect…”

As the NASA engineer continued, Zim slid his tongue along Dib’s inner thigh, feeling the muscles tensing and quivering under his gloved fingertips. He smirked when Dib’s hand shot down and encircled his wrist, trying to push Zim’s hand away from the sensitive area, even as the human’s shaft was starting to engorge with blood and harden. Dib could hold his hands at bay all he wanted, because he didn’t intend to use them for what he was about to do. Zim’s tongue slithered out and ran along the inside of Dib’s other thigh, then slid up to circle around the base of his shaft. Zim smirked when the human’s entire body tensed, and Dib tried valiantly to close his legs or push him away, but the Irken would not relent until he had achieved his goal.

As soon as Dib’s member was fully hard, Zim flicked his tongue over the head a few times and then crawled out from under the table, casually walking over to the other side of the room and leaning back against the wall, just out of sight of the camera. When Dib shot him a nasty look, Zim snickered, crossing his arms over his chest.

Dib had no doubt that his cheeks were scarlet, and he fought valiantly to ignore the ache between his thighs, vowing to make Zim pay for it as soon as he was done speaking with the engineers. The remainder of the conference became excruciating…it felt like it was never going to end! But when it was finally done, he slammed his fist down on the END TRANSMIT button and rose to his feet, kicking his pants and boxers aside. He stalked over to where Zim was standing, a dark scowl on his face. “I don’t think you realize exactly how important that conference was, Zim.”

Zim just snickered. “I think your performance was satisfactory.”

“No thanks to you!” Dib growled, closing the distance between them and grabbing Zim’s wrists, pinning them against the wall on either side of the Irken’s head, glaring into his dark red eyes.

Zim quirked an antenna and his eyes widened a little. Did the Dib honestly think he could overpower a mighty Invader such as himself? The very thought was laughable. But when he tried to move his hands, he was shocked to realize that the human’s grip was far more powerful than he had expected it to be.

Dib grinned. “Don’t dish it out if you can’t take it, Zim.”

Zim blinked at him, a bead of sweat running down the back of his neck. “What is that supposed to mean, Dib-stink?”

Dib grinned, pressing his erection against Zim’s groin and grinding against him slowly. “It’s a popular human saying…” he leaned forward and bit the side of Zim’s neck gently, pleased when the Invader gasped and shuddered. “And in this situation, it means: don’t get me hard unless you plan on getting me off.”

Zim snorted, his antennae flattening against his skull. “Is that some sort of threat, Earth-monkey?”

The human snickered, biting the side of Zim’s neck again, harder this time. “What do you think?” Dib purred.

Zim gasped at the bite, confused when it sent a hot wave of pleasure through him rather than pain. He scowled, clenching his teeth. “I think you’re trying to overstep your bounds, human.”

“Am I?” Dib smiled innocently. “Then why haven’t you put me in my place?”

Zim’s eyes narrowed and he showed his teeth, growling low in his throat. In truth, he didn’t really have an answer to that question. “I’m…planning on it.” he swallowed hard, a bead of sweat trickling down his spine and making him shiver.

Dib quirked a brow, then grinned and lowered the Irken’s hands to the small of his back, holding both of Zim’s wrists in one hand. He flipped the catch on Zim’s uniform pants open with his free hand and slipped it inside, pressing his palm against the sheath concealing Zim’s member and running his tongue over the faint teethmarks on Zim’s neck.

Zim gasped in pleasure, arching into the pressure of Dib’s hand and shuddering when the human’s teeth dug a little harder into the side of his neck, just above the collar of his uniform shirt. Why wasn’t he stopping this? Perhaps he was too intrigued by the pain turning into pleasure, or maybe it was the fact that he instinctively knew that Dib was not posing a genuine threat to him. He only had to use his spider-legs and he would be free.

Dib wasn’t sure why Zim wasn’t kicking his ass for trying to be on the dominant end of things, but he figured he may as well go with it since it didn’t seem like Zim was complaining. Dib tugged Zim’s uniform pants down as far as he could with his free hand, still holding the Invader’s wrists captive as he lowered himself to his knees in front of him, brushing his lips over Zim’s protective sheath, immensely gratified by his quivering moan.

Zim could feel his legs trembling as the Dib did something completely unexpected: pleased him and restrained him at the same time. He never would have thought that the two could coincide, but Dib had proved him wrong and it felt incredible. He gasped in pleasure, tilting his head back and resting it against the wall, his antennae lowered so that they hung down at the sides of his head rather than along the top, so that they didn’t get pinched between the back of his head and the wall.

Dib chanced a look up at Zim’s face, pausing when he saw the way Zim had positioned his antennae. He looked adorable like that…although Dib figured if he said that out loud he’d get a good hard pummeling. Dib smiled, sealing his mouth over the lips concealing Zim’s member and sucking slowly, probing them with his tongue as if he were indulging in a passionate french kiss. It surprised him when Zim started writhing and uttering shuddering squeals of pleasure…it was so out of character for the proud Irken, and the thought that he could draw those reactions out of Zim made Dib feel very, very good about himself.

Zim was literally shaking by now, tugging weakly at the grip on his wrists and panting rapidly, beads of sweat trailing down his face and along his spine. His member slid out quickly under the intense stimulation, and when Dib started sucking on it, he arched his back and gritted his teeth, hissing Dib’s name.

Dib swallowed hard, then pulled away and stood up, releasing Zim’s wrists and grabbing one of his hands, tugging him towards the lab door. “C’mon…I’d rather do this somewhere comfortable.” Before Dib could take another step, Zim grabbed him around the waist and pulled him into his arms, racing through the corridors on his spider-legs. Dib was amazed that the delicate-looking legs could carry the weight of both himself and Zim; but then again, Zim probably didn’t weigh very much.

They were in Zim’s quarters in less than a minute, and Zim set Dib on his feet, fisting his hands in the front of Dib’s dress shirt and kissing him hard, pressing his stiff member against Dib’s stomach. Yanking the human’s shirt open, Zim reached back into his pak and pulled out the vial of oil that he had used before, spreading the substance over his hand and shoving Dib onto his back on the bed. Zim pounced onto Dib’s body and slid a slippery hand up between his legs, slicking the human’s body hole and sliding a finger inside, grinning when Dib gasped and squirmed underneath him. He leaned down, hissing softly into Dib’s ear. “Take my pak off, human.” Zim trailed his tongue along the side of Dib’s neck, grinning at the shaky moan the action produced. “And don’t drop it, or I’ll…do something unpleasant.”

Dib uttered a strained laugh, slipping his fingertips under the edge of Zim’s pak, pressing the hidden mechanism to release it from the connectors. He transferred the pak over to one hand and set it down carefully on the bed between the pillows, gasping sharply when Zim slid a second finger into his body. He clenched his teeth, wrapping his arms tightly around Zim’s neck and spreading his legs as wide as he could. Dib hissed sharply as Zim pushed the two long digits even deeper, but he forgot about the pain completely when Zim started rubbing his fingertips against something inside of him. Dib’s entire body tensed and he gasped sharply, clinging to Zim’s neck, his eyes clenched closed. When Zim started rubbing the spot harder, Dib mewled and wrapped his legs around the Irken’s body, trying to ride his hand.

Zim growled, pulling his fingers out and hooking his elbows under Dib’s knees, yanking them up and slamming his member into Dib’s body with unnecessary force, getting a carnal thrill from the way Dib squealed at the abrupt penetration. Yesss, the Dib made him want to breed, very much.

“Zim…” Dib panted, arching his back, bucking sharply when Zim thrust directly against the spot he’d been teasing with his fingers only moments before. “Gahhh!!”

The human’s responsiveness began to fuel Zim’s hunger, and he slid his bare hands up Dib’s legs to the backs of his knees, shoving them down against Dib’s chest as he leaned forward and started throwing more of his weight into his plunges.

Dib yelped, his eyes wide as Zim forced him down, pressing his knees down and making him gasp for air as the pressure on his chest made it a little harder to breathe. And as his breaths started coming quicker, Dib began to realize that the lightheadedness he was experiencing was only making things better.

Seeing the human straining for air, Zim eased up a little, then slid his hands up to grab Dib’s ankles, grinning sadistically as he spread them wide, nearly bending the human double as he lunged into him with all his strength.

Dib uttered a sharp cry as he clenched his fists in the sheets, his leg muscles straining as he kicked against the grip Zim had on his ankles, tossing his head back and uttering a low whimper.

Zim clenched his teeth as Dib’s struggles became more frantic, and he knew it wasn’t going to be much longer. Releasing Dib’s ankles, Zim leaned back and tugged his uniform shirt off, tossing it aside.

Dib blinked at him in confusion. “Why…why’d you stop?” he panted breathlessly.

The Irken flashed him a devious grin and grabbed the backs of Dib’s thighs, lifting the human so that his legs were draped over Zim’s shoulders.

Dib caught his breath, his stomach clenching in anticipation. When Zim lunged forward it was like something exploded inside of him and sent sparks through his entire body. He clenched his teeth, wailing Zim’s name over and over until he came with a howl, his release coating his chest and the underside of his chin. Dib lay there for a few seconds, dazed and panting, then growled and crossed his ankles behind Zim’s neck, clenching his eyes closed and squeezing his body tightly around Zim’s member.

Zim tensed when he felt Dib’s legs tighten around his neck, but a moment later there was such excruciating friction meeting his thrusts that he could think of nothing else. He lost control, pounding wildly into Dib’s body, making hoarse grunting noises he’d never uttered before in more than a century of life. His whole body stiffened and quivered as he attained his climax, his antennae pressed flat against his skull as he growled the Dib-human’s name. Eventually he let Dib’s legs slide off of his shoulders and he reached out and grabbed the shirt Dib had been wearing, using it to clean off the human’s chest and face. Tossing it aside, he stretched out on top of Dib’s body, closing his eyes and uttering a sated purr.

Dib shuddered, his heart still racing in his chest. He wrapped his arms around the Irken’s slim body, caressing his smooth skin. “That was amazing.” he breathed, brushing his lips over the base of Zim’s antennae.

Zim shuddered, then purred. “Yes…I am quite amazing, aren’t I?”
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